I took the Monkey Boy Blueberry picking the other day. He was groaning most of the ride there, protesting that he would not enjoy it, but we had not had much Mama & Son time lately and were waaay overdue.
After we arrived and emerged from the car, his tune changed! Next up – 50 question boy. I took him to a u-pick, help yourself spot. He. was. fascinated. I loved the fact we could just talk and pick and snack. Oh the taste of sun warmed blueberries! I had never been blueberry picking before, but I don’t think I will ever miss the season to do it again. There is nothing like the taste of a warm blueberry picked right from the bush. Monkey Boy enjoyed them too. I think he ate about a pound!
Most of our picking went right into jam or was eaten by the rest of the Monkey’s when we returned. But I have to mention that I thoroughly enjoyed the one on one time with the Monkey Boy. I need to make this time more of a regular occurrence with him. During the ride home we chatted so much and I felt so warm & fuzzy about the bonding time with my boy. I also asked him if he remembered me reading him the book Blueberries for Sal when he was little, because this reminded me so much of that, of course he didn’t. So I brought it home from work the next day for us to share. kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk!